Moving the Goalposts

goalposts

Moving the Goalposts

So much emotion invested
In teams over which we have little control –
So many loyalties tested,
Where happiness hangs on a single damn goal.
We buy into brands and we swear that we’re theirs,
But we’ve nothing to offer ’cept hoping and prayers –
So they win or they lose – and at least someone cares,
Though we act like it cost us our soul.

But all of that devotion
For an empty sporting rite
Must leaves no spare emotion
To our fellow humans’ plight –
There’s torture to be ending, and forests to be saving,
There’s justice to be tending, and freedom to be braving –
There’s too much needs defending to waste our flags with waving,
Let’s get our passions working here instead.
We need to get ignited for the good of all the blighted,
Regardless if they’re wearing blue or red.

Natural Affection

lady luck
Lady Luck by Natalie Holland

Natural Affection

Just a gentle shove,
Just enough to be affected –
You’ll be coursed with love,
Seeking ways to be selected.
Friendship, fear, and lust,
All combine in equal measure,
Simmer, spark, combust –
Evolutionary pleasure.
Each prosaic nerve
Further drugs the mindtrip you’re on –
They are there to serve,
Hope and love from cell and neuron.
And when they call,
Knowing this will help you not-at-all.

Hello Aeronautic

flying vee

Hello Aeronautic

Astride your Flying Vee,
You beckon me
To step right up and climb aboard –
The bass is thrubbing low,
It’s time to go,
Ignition with your power-chord.
At once we lose the crowds
To walk on clouds,
As smoke comes billowing beside –
You swoop me low and high,
We are the sky,
We buckle-up and take the ride.

Musical AI version generated by Suno.com – find more of them over here.

Us Too ?

witch trial
A Witch Trial by Joseph Baker

Us too ?

The accusations may be true,
Although we know we’ll never really know,
Because they’ll never come to court –
So round and round the rumours flow.
Is it slander ?  Is it exposé ?
We guess, but cannot know for sure,
Though plenty tell us yes or no,
And brand the sinners from the pure.
Some will castigate victims,
Sniffing lies or madness in their act –
But others join the critical mass,
Until the fatally-named are publicly sacked.

But us ?  We must decide –
To believe or to ignore ?
There’s plenty point the finger,
And there’s plenty keep the score.
But are they not still innocent
Until beyond a reasoned doubt ?
Or are we so convinced
That unproved testimony carries clout ?
Is this then justice by the mob
That surely always ends in tears ?
Or are we now, collectively,
The jury of their peers ?

Either we’re waking up to reason,
Or else witches are in season.

Cognitive Dissonance

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Forensic scientist Abby Sciuto in NCIS

Cognitive Dissonance

Science – we love it !

From mathematics to evolution,
Thermodynamics to climate change,
Electric potential to air pollution –
Anything new and clever and strange !

But when we get home, then what do we read ?
Fantasy, dragons, and wizards, and war !
Our only science is fiction, indeed –
From laws of physics to psychics of lore !

We like to pretend that we’re Roundheads or Yorks,
Or X-Men, or cyborgs, or zombies, or Gauls.
So plug in the console and slay a few orcs,
Then back to the lab when reality calls…

Overused & Underloved

dream of spring
A Dream of Spring by William Bouguereau

Overused & Underloved

Breathless.  Say slowly.
Breathless.  Again.
Breathless.  Now say it once more.
Breathless is beautiful,
Breathless is pain,
Breathless too long we ignore.
For the word, for the sound
Has lost all her wow
We’ve said her too often, for sure.
But breathless – just say it –
For once, let’s allow
Our ears to hear her soft roar.
Breathless.  Say slowly,
Breathless.  Say now –
Breathless.  As if we had never said it before.

Stoking the Peeves

grinder

Stoking the Peeves

Language is clouds – that’s lit’rally true.
It’s diffrent than past – it answers to who ?
You lie down authority, but we won’t listen
We so could care less to the diss your dismissing.

So stamp your feet and hector shirty,
Self-appointedly experty,
All the bastards bastardizing –
Y’ain’t got no affect, chastizing.
You’re grammar trolls who think your helpful elves,
But who can’t agree whats right amid yourselves.

Infinitives split and participles dangle
And just in your head does this cause a jangle.
We’re abusing our muse, we mis-stress our mistrèss,
But you’re loosing the argument, irregardless.

You think we don’t care
In our languistic flair ?
Well, might could we don’t care for you.
So calm up and note
That we alls got a vote,
Cos this tongue is ours as well too.

The Beckoning

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detail from The Creation of Adam by Michelangelo

The Beckoning

It makes me afraid when I hear your voice,
For I cannot be sure that I hear your voice,
For what if your voice that I hear is mine
In my mind ?
And it makes me afraid when I hear your voice,
For what if it really then is your voice,
And what if the voice that is really yours
Isn’t kind ?

It makes me afraid when I hear your voice,
For I cannot be sure – should I dread or rejoice ?
If I ask for your help, will you ask for my choice ?
Please be kind.
And I get so afraid when I hear your voice,
For I know only I ever hear your voice –
But I hear, oh so clear – I’m in awe, I’m in fear
For my mind

I originally had a middle verse, but felt it was saying too much.  Here it is below:

The Beckoning (unbeckoned)

So do I hear myself,
Or do I hear the Lord ?
Should I fear my health,
Or fear then to be cured ?
An epileptic epidemic ?,
Or a proto-schizophrenic ?,
Or a prophet proselytising an apocalypse polemic.
If this is the voice “In the Beginning was the Word”
Then how can such a voice have such a trouble being heard ?

Mist Connection

too early
Too Early by Jacques Tissot

Mist Connection

As though you came before, but unannounced,
I swear I’ve seen you somewhere else than here.
The memory exists, and waits to pounce,
And thereupon, your selfhood shall be clear.
I’ve seen you haunt another place, I’m sure,
But where, I own, has quite escaped my mind –
Yet maybe you’d accompanied a boor,
Or maybe your companion was refined.
So dare I play my hand without a trump,
And hope to win a trick before you guess ?
Perhaps I should be bold, and risk it all.
But worse, I think, if likewise I should stump,
And have to hear you bashfully confess:
“I think we may have met, yet can’t recall.”